(This little tale can be read as the sequel to yesterday’s, with the prompt to use the three words: Pain, Veil, Stillness. Or it works perfectly fine as a ‘standalone’ 🙂
Girl in meadow: picture prompt
Heaven turned out to be a wildflower meadow in summer lit by a bright, white sky. Like the light which had beckoned her while men in orange suits cut her out of the mangled metal of her car.
Heaven turned out to be a wildflower meadow in summer lit by a bright, white sky. Like the light which had beckoned her while men in orange suits cut her from the mangled metal of her car.
Ironic really, as she had been on her way to choose flowers, and daisies had been first on her list. Unpretentious, symbols of purity, innocence, new beginnings, joy and cheerfulness, Google had told her. Leaving out the innocence – she remembers smiling – what flower could be more perfect for a wedding?
Perhaps that’s why her heaven is this meadow of daisies. She puts her hand to the straw hat she was wearing at the time, and gazes across the waving sea of green and white to where a small, clapboard church sits among trees.
She knows this church. It’s the one they had chosen to be married in.
Is that where he waits for her? She will sit here, watching until he comes. After all, she has nothing else to do and all eternity in which to do it.
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He spotted the girl from the road, relaxing in the meadow – sunlight illuminating her young body, straw hat jammed firmly over her long flowing hair.
Her gaze appeared fixed on a small building some distance away through the sea of daisies.
Who was she, he wondered, and why was she staring at the building so intently.
He was tempted to stop the car, go over and introduce himself – but that would be too forward and she might get scared and run away.
Instead, he contented himself watching her as she sat, hand still clutching the hat, the bright sunlight giving her a somewhat ghostly and luminous appearance.
So fascinated was he with her appearance, her beauty, that he didn’t realise how long he had been watching until he glanced at his watch and realised that more than an hour had passed.
Almost Sphinx-like, the girl still hadn’t moved and he began to wonder if she was carved from stone.
“Blow it,” he thought. “I can’t resist any longer.” And with that, he climbed from the driver’s seat and made his way across the meadow.
She looked up as he cast a long shadow and gave him a beatific smile.
“Hi,” he said awkwardly. “I’m Harry.”
Her smile widened. “Tess,” she replied, taking his hand in hers.
Lovely image!
How charming. Hope she finally sees the love of her life, even if it takes an eternity